sunstroke

“Fukiyoseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!”
He didn’t get a reply. She fell away from the pole and crumpled to the ground. There was
no energy whatsoever in her fall. She lay there, limbs sprawled, unmoving, reminding
him of a flabby leather bag.
Then, from all around her came a crackling sort of noise from the air, like it was a
creaking floorboard.
“Wh-what?” stammered Mikoto, confused.
She, however, was likely the only player present who noticed something strange. A few
of the other students looked suspicious, but they couldn’t have thought this to be the
work of an unknown magical attack. Besides, the stadium was packed with espers of all
kinds. It would take something more than a little strange to make them think something
was wrong.

And then Tsuchimikado finally made it to him.
“(...Kami-yan, go hit her! She’s no magician. She won’t last!!)”
Kamijou finally snapped out of his thoughts. He ran over to the fallen Fukiyose and,
pretending to help lift her up, put his right hand around to her back. A soft sound of air
being sucked out came, but...
Even then, strength didn’t return to her body.
“Shit...”
He knew the logic behind it. She and Stiyl Magnus had different resistances to magic.
Even Stiyl, a professional, had taken a lot of damage. Anyone could imagine the result of
a completely unprepared amateur getting hit by the attack.
However...that didn’t mean he could stop asking himself one question.
Why?
“Tsuchimikado!!”
“Stay calm, Kami-yan. This is just her body under too much stress from her life force
running idly—it’s no more than severe sunstroke. We should get her to the first aid
office...No, not there. If we call an ambulance, we might still make it. It’s way better than
having her lie here under this sun,” he said, offering a solution.

- Toaru Majutsu no Index Volume 9, Chapter 3 Part 4